You know what’s to come. You hear war drums. You heard about the hunter in me. You know I’m butter toffee. You heard I bruise egos. You know I’m blacker than Negroes. You heard I have a million sins. You know I don’t fix things.
You can’t stop yourself. You like the pains and welts. You know the sum of what’s to come. You love my Puerto Rican in your rum. You like the ecstasy and high I bring. You enjoy how I leave you on brink. You like the bountiful sex I give. You love me so much to forgive.
You know exactly what’s to come. You can hear the bass and thrums. I can’t bring you safety baby. I’m high, low, manic, crazy. I’m not stupid to guard your heart. I can’t even blueprint my art. I can’t be like you: Lost in love. I’m dead inside – a little too tough.
You know shamelessly what’s to come. Interestingly enough you’re off the cuff. I’m going to hurt you like the others. I’ll haunt like the suffering of mothers. I’m going to give you a world of hurt. I wouldn’t be able to without teamwork. You heard of ruin and what’s to come. Now you’re my next chewing gum.
In weightlifting it’s about contractions with the muscles. Examples are: Tightening, squeezing, static holding and rarely locking out the arms.
In Ballet, it’s about the extension. Example: Locking out to a degree; lengthening, reaching; stretching outwards with the body long through the neck, arms, through the knees and ankles.
In weightlifting it’s about how many calluses you build on your hand – it’s a sign of respect and work ethics. In Ballet, it’s about how you carry your grace through your hands and how you group your fingers together in poise.
In weightlifting it’s about strapping your wrists tight for the most important lifts. In ballet, it’s about keeping the wrists flexible and allowing the wrist to go limp while you have graceful curvature of the fingers.
In weightlifting it’s about never rounding your back. In Ballet, it’s about rounding your back.
In weightlifting it’s about arching the back. In Ballet, it’s about the tailbone being tucked underneath for straight back alignment and not what textbook fitness call “happy cat.”
In weightlifting it’s about engaging your core. In Ballet, it’s about pulling “inward” through the center.
In weightlifting it’s about static stretching. In Ballet, it’s about a combination of stretching from dynamic and ballistic, while searching for angles that work best for you in stretching even if seems like you’re coming out of alignment within a single stretch (evidently with the know-how of not hurting yourself).
In weightlifting it’s about muscles being timed and under tension. In Ballet, it’s about moving your body as effortlessly as possible allowing the body to move freely with zero muscle tension.
In weightlifting it’s about muscle bellies. In Ballet, it’s about body lines.
Of course whether I explained things correctly or not isn’t what this entry’s about since these are my experiences and how I personally perceive them to be.
I hope you found my observations to be as interesting as I found it interesting to reflect.
Your cigarettes crowd my air.
It sickens the oxygen the flowers breathe.
It haunts the fabric of my clothes.
It leaves the depression of your reminder
Ill at strong will. I stomach your fill.
Your book Art of War sits on my permeable crate.
It signifies new habits of homecoming and comebacks.
The page sits lifeless – it waits and its intelligence is in the
Heart of archaic art. It tarries like Tarot.
Your gun control in the closet speaks stealthily.
It lusts with its silver: Look at me! Look at me!
It’s built soulless. Two-faced coughing Gemini spryly.
It’s all or nothing. Great responsibility or irresponsibility.
Pity, no. Pithy, yes. That is the nitty-gritty.
Ballet Training thus far has been a really interesting journey. It’s about 4 months (or a little more) and I’ve grown to take immense pleasure in Ballet Beautiful (and other Ballet Conditioning work I’ve come across). I always liked Ballet, but I can appreciate it more now that I perform Ballet-inspired movement (and some actual Ballet exercises).
Ballet has been very tricky in some areas like getting the form down. There’s a lot going on most of the time – movements come from all angles and are done simultaneously at the same time. For example: Picture yourself balancing on one leg while the other leg is in midair lifting up/down/sideways/bending or performing large circles while you swaying your arms up/down/side/waving. It’s challenging and the focus needed has to surpass 100%.
There’s a lot of balance and concentration involve, but it’s all good because I’m a special kind of woman who’s built for this with my work ethics. I have the capacity to push myself beyond my mind’s or body’s limitations especially since I have to deal with burning arches and aching cores throughout each exercise. Not to mention dealing with borderline cramping even if you’re simply bending or stretching to one side or backwards without arching the spine.
There’s also the act of practicing stability and working through a super intense muscle burn along with having super muscle control. What I enjoy the most is getting through the first exercise sequence of 4 sets in counts of 8’s at a rapid pace because the exercises are so difficult particularly Ballet Beautiful that for you to finish without pausing is a HUGE accomplishment. And although there’s a lot to learn I’m keeping my mind and body open as I carry on flexibility in every technique and exercise I approach.
I benefit from using different muscles than what I’m used to. The techniques and exercises I’m performing have further enlightened my sense of physical awareness for instance engaging the center. I currently pull in through the center even when I do dishes or take a shower. Back then the only time I engaged my core was during a weightlifting session since it’s very important to do when you’re Deadlifting, performing the Military Press and Barbell Squatting. Sometimes I think my core is lacking, but I think the only reason why I think this is because of the fat on top. There’s nothing wrong with my core – it’s much stronger than I give it credit for.
There’s also the ease of gaining lower back, hip inner/outer, glutes and ankle flexibility. As is, there are positions (including Yoga) where I couldn’t get the top of my foot flat and now I’ve made gains where I can flatten my foot another centimeter or a full inch – which is outstanding as FUCK! To get this foot and ankle where I want it to be has been a mission. I’ve been given the wrong information from stupid surgeons saying if I can’t make any gains in 6 months to a year from the accident then I won’t be able to make any improvements. However, since Ballet Beautiful I’m making tiny gains after a year and naturally this makes me very happy. Plus I’ll take any miniature gain I can get.
There’s the minimizing of cellulite behind the back of my upper thigh right under the glutes and no matter how many lunges I’ve done in the past that’s been something hard to knock off when you have extra weight on. I have extra weight but the cellulite is still minimized like some kind of magic trick. The best part is (although I don’t need it) I’ve received an even higher instantaneous butt lift at the same time my cellulite is disappearing. In the beginning I was scared of losing my curves with Ballet Beautiful, but I haven’t lost any – it’s all being enhanced.
As far as the flexibility is concerned, well I’m back to the flexibility and have even surpassed the flexibility in certain poses (including yoga). Holy crap! You don’t even understand how awesome this is for me as I used to stretch intensely for an hour, and sometimes overstretch to the point where I would actually hurt my muscles and couldn’t stretch for a week or more. I used to think I have to stretch at least 5 times a week in order to get to where I want to be (one of the goals is a front/middle split), but it’s not true. Ballet Beautiful is magical when it comes to simply just performing exercises and having you become flexible within the process where lengthening happens literally overnight. I will say – better flexibility also means better sex. (I apologize. I had to throw this in here.)
I love exercises that are different and difficult. So it intrigues me very much to perform exercises that have a lot of internal and external rotations. I’m carving out the larger muscles I’ve built over the years simply by building all the small muscles and vice versa. This creates an even better and more efficient foundation. I like having to create and work for better isometric contractions. I like that there are new rules I have to learn like rounding my back during exercises or going through a full extension through the knee as opposed to never locking out like weightlifting and bodybuilding.
I like leveling up my fitness and I enjoy cross-training again. I like being introduced to a whole wide world of new muscles. I like feeling as if with less weightlifting – I’m allowing my body to become more symmetrical. I’m decreasing size (mass/bulk) and even bodyfat at a pace I didn’t think would be possible with my exceptionally low thyroid and such. And did I mention my posture? It’s also changed immediately!
Just like weightlifting – ballet exercises give me the feeling of constant motion in physical existence as well as completeness in the present moment within the body. To close this long entry I’m still learning everything I’m sensing from head to toe with Ballet Beautiful. This is one reason why trying to write about my Ballet Training has been different as I feel these entries don’t flow as well as I wanted to. I digress.. I believe I’ve exceeded the phase of novelty, so this isn’t a phase I’m going through and I’m into ballet-inspired workouts which is not to be confused with actual dance ballet and such.
This title will be deceiving to some as there are types of professions that’ll give you the girlfriend experience automatically for their own reasons, but I picked this title because it describes my experience perfectly. See, when your own therapist is trying to give you the girlfriend experience and it doesn’t involve great conversation, an evening gown, a sugar daddy or walking away with an orgasm – you have to question what is going on because some people like myself actually want real therapy.
I’m not looking to sit in somebody’s office and talk about what’s happening throughout my week on a weekly basis. I don’t want to gossip about my life so the therapist could live vicariously through me. I don’t want a girlfriend to laugh with that’s presented as a therapist to have offset conversations about my future with. I don’t want to sit under jarring lights and speak about my opinions or views about my relationship and how does it feel to live with my partner and his two kids.
I don’t want to wait outside the therapist office only to hear loud laughs coming from behind closed doors because I want to KNOW and I want to SEE and I want to HEAR real therapy happen. You know – the kind of therapy that leaves you crying, reflecting and even feeling lost in your own world by the thought-provoking questions and thoughts that should occur.
The truth is I don’t need to share my present or future plans with this therapist. I don’t need the option to have a family therapy session. I don’t need to replace a girl who is a friend because I don’t have any current (real life) girls who are friends anyway. I don’t need my therapy session to be fun or lighthearted. I don’t want to be in a niche I believe my therapist has – some kind of Women’s Club.
So the question is: What do I want from therapy?
I want to stay stuck. I want to stumble. I want my thoughts to dig in their own graves if it means I’ll find a better understanding of myself. I want to cry (if it goes there). I want the therapist to do their job. I want a therapist to put in time and effort by taking real opportunities to intentionally ruin my day with childhood trauma and life-altering questions. I want a therapist who wants to make a difference in every client’s life. I want to walk away from the therapist appointment feeling like I had a great therapy session and not like I had a fucking girlfriend experience. I’m not there to be coddled. I’m there for serious matters.
What I want from therapy is very specific and it has to be because there isn’t any other way to go about it. I have a family history of mental illness. Some behavior is learned, while others are given to me directly by blood. I notice sometimes I’m managing okay, and other times I have to accept that I’m not. I was diagnosed as a twelve year old kid with Depression. Now it seems I graduated to being Bipolar. It is important for me to understand my illness, my blessing and my curse. And it’s super important for me to understand my behaviors and tics and why I switch into two different types of people without any awareness as to when it’s happening.
The point to all this is: I remember clearly telling the lady who performed my evaluation exactly what I want(ed) as well as the first time I met and spoke with my therapist.
My therapist has a good nature about her (at times) despite being very different from me and my own life. Still, I want a good therapist. And I will get a good therapist because I’m not settling for less and because I’m not going to stop searching for one. And as I walk away from the therapist office once again thoughts start to balloon collectively but singularly at once: Why is it every time I’m early to my appointment and lounging in the waiting room I see the same aged clients (late 20’s- early 50’s) strolling out of my therapist’s office? Why are all these women – whether they’re young or old laughing every time they leave the therapist office? And why are all the therapists’ clients’ women?
Now the time has come where I believe I’ve fully given this woman enough of my time. I’m never getting those months back. Of course this is a learning experience for future therapists and future standards I’m going to set right in the beginning of my first therapy session which takes place next week because this bitch doesn’t play. I did my goal: I stuck with a therapist for about 6 months because I’m like most men in the world – I have commitment issues. Nevertheless I learned a lot. Therefore this is where I break up with the girlfriend experience who is my therapist.
Some Final Notes
Some people have a problem with breaking up with people. Fortunately and luckily, I do not. I enjoy it, and frankly – welcome it! I think about how my life has been about one big confrontation. And luckily for me I love confrontations because it says a lot about the kind of person you are (or not). I go on and think about the bases I have to cover in case this therapist decides to fire away questions because she doesn’t like my basic answer which is: There’s something missing in our therapy sessions.
Along with confrontation I think about liberation. Breaking up with a partner, wife, husband, business partner and such can be a fantastic release, even if it hurts initially. I think about the freedom to speaking your mind and expressing what it is you really feel and think about right after moving on and never looking back because if it was good for you, you’ll still be in the relationship or in my case – sitting in a seat across from my therapist who wants to get paid to do half ass work. I’m not wasting my time to get half ass results. If a person isn’t driven for success by giving out quality work then why should I (or any other client) be around?
If the other clients don’t understand this, that’s not my problem, and as is, not every client wants what I want. Some actually want to be coddled. However, I’m leaving this therapist because I have self-love. I wish she understood what it is she’s currently providing by not providing. As a therapist, she should put in time and effort into improving and evolving her client’s lives unless they specified to have a girlfriend experience.